Let’s set sail for nowhere,
you’ve got the clothes and heaven knows,
it’s time that we were comatosed.
My eyes shut with envy at what you do,
come back to me,
I lost you when I won a taste for losing.

You’re abusing me,
that’s the only reason that I’m here.
I need a short sharp shock.
I need a helping hand.

I need crime, I need a short sharp shock.
You’re my electric chair.
(Strap me down and hold my hand)
Blind fold me.
I need a short sharp shock.

Idle lives of laughter and magazines,
the centrefold I’m sure I’ll never hold.
Your fate fixing fingers are around my throat,
you make me laugh,
while talking me through photographs of late night, wasting days.
That’s the only reason that I’m here.